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I woke up to something hugging me from behind. As a reflex, I elbowed them in the face and pushed them off the bed. "Oh come on kitten~ Don't Tell me you didn't like it~." He said in a disgustingly sweet voice. "Fuck off."
He sat on a chair and sat there curled up and...crying. "I-i'm gay, I was forced here. I w-was told if I don't do this then I'm dead." I held him close, to be honest he looked around 13-14. "How old are you?" "12." Holy hell. He's so young. Poor thing. I hugged him and let him sit in my lap like he was a little kid. He held on to my neck while sobbing. "How would you feel to be my son?" I know, I know. A 18 year old, (u 18 my boi), having a shadow demon as their son. He looked at me and smiled weakly. "No, I'll have to die." I looked at him and kissed his forehead. "You'll always and forever will be my son."
∆∆time skip to after his suicide 😭∆∆
I sat at my bed. In my lacy red underwear. Staring at myself in the mirror. I looked so ugly. I felt a tear roll down, with hundreds more. I cried myself to sleep. Again.
